In the prison population,
There is an ebb and flow.
Get to make a friendly association,
Shipped out! they go,
To some other, penal location.
Pad mates they come and go,
Two forced,to talk in friendship.
But at times, you'r glad of this relationship,
That out shipped, they go!
But some are missed, for their conversation,
Their happy smiling jovial mood.
To have a pleasant and adroit assosiation,
Does, make the heart feel good.
2007-10-19
09:06:06
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